“Mrs. Carter, the liquid you provided contains a sedative—a potent one at that. It’s not something you’d find in over-the-counter products.
This kind of substance, if ingested regularly, could have long-term cognitive effects, including memory loss and disorientation.”
The room seemed to spin, the doctor’s words echoing in my head. My mind raced back to the nights of deep, dreamless sleep, the mornings of fog and confusion I had blamed on age. Ethan’s insistence on my nightly drink, his constant care, and the way he hovered over me had all seemed like love.
But now, a darker possibility loomed. Why would Ethan do this? Was it my money after all?
Did he want to keep me docile and dependent? I couldn’t reconcile the man who lovingly massaged my feet, who remembered my favorite songs, with someone capable of such betrayal. I drove home in silence, the city blurring past me.
Each red light felt like an eternity, a chance for doubt to creep in. Could the doctor be wrong? Was there an innocent explanation?
But the evidence was irrefutable. The man I trusted had been drugging me. That evening, I confronted him.
I waited until he was relaxed, lounging on the sofa with a book. My heart pounded, but I kept my voice steady. “Ethan, I went to the doctor,” I began, my eyes fixed on him.
He looked up, feigning concern. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you feeling alright?”
I held up the bottle I had hidden in my closet.
“I had this tested. The water you’ve been giving me—it’s laced with a sedative.”
For a moment, his expression faltered. The mask slipped.
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